Seemingly intimate with the ways of gardeners, Earle Birney in a poem about visiting for the first time Al Purdy’s Ameliasburg (collected in Rag and Boneshop) supplies a horticultural image in touch with the growing process:

horsecrap-fattened peonies

And Mark Doty brought a singular poppy gathered from School of the Arts and pressed between the pages of Fire to Fire.

Pink fist. Iron frill.
Essential frippery. Fierce embroidery.
Core decor. Severe extravagance.
Lip of otherness. Evidence.

And a spray from Amy Lowell: “The evening primrose, comrade of the stars.”

And so for day 1024

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